Poem -
The Tall King
Step away from the panels.Â
With our minds, we could operate the channels.Â
It's a puppet.
Talking.
Nobody sucked it off.
TALKING.
Slam the door and shut it.
TALKING.
Who’s gotta belief in NO THING?
Guess you can’t be my Ottoman shrink.
Best believe in something to think...
Nothing...
I can see you walking.
Tall King.
Nothing is quite as hopeless, as a mindless consumer, out of focus.Â
Evolve your world.
Chill out and smoke this.Â
It rhymes, without a doubt.
This old world’s going down.
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